Our Enemies

**Daisy**

We walk into the room, and I’m shocked by how big it is. Each guy is chained to a chain, and the chairs are chained to the wall. I look through them, noticing two of the men, the one who stabbed me and the guy I called baldie who had one hell of a backhand.

I then stop on Dean and Richard. Both look shocked to see me standing here smiling at them. That makes me want to laugh.

“Okay, first one.” D moves forward and I sit on the desk in the corner, I don’t speak or make much noise. I expected D to go crazy, yet he seems calm, or maybe that’s because he’s saving the crazy shit for Dean and Richard?

Even when I feel like I need a break I don’t leave, if I leave Dean and Richard will see me as weak. So instead I force myself to watch every bit of blood that drips to the floor. I have either Marcello or Calix’s arms wrapped around me the whole time. They keep changing from cuddling me to helping D.

I get no pleasure from watching them die, only in knowing no woman will ever be touched by them again. I know that no woman will face what I did, at least not with these men. I ignore that they might have families, parents, brothers, or friends. I remind myself of how evil they are, to take part in what they had with me. What they did was worse than a man paying Dean so they could have me for an hour.

So with each dead body dragged out, I smile knowing that it has possibly saved someone's daughter and child from the fate I had.

Now, I stand in front of the guy who stabbed me in the leg. The knife is in my hand and I look at him, I just want to repay the favour. Moving, I stab him through the leg, he screams and pulls against the chain.

“Fucking whore!” He spits at me, so I stab him again.

“I was just returning the favour, you stabbed me, I stabbed you.” Why did all these men think they could do anything to me and walk away?

“I should have slit your throat.” Spits at me, “Whore.” I feel myself pulled back, and Calix is in front of me. I hear the man screaming, and I can’t see what is happening. When Calix steps back his hands are covered in blood. I look at the guy and see blood pouring from his mouth.

“I vaguely remember seeing somewhere on your phone you mentioned your father warned you throughout your life until he died that he would cut out your tongue if you ever spoke badly to a woman. When you get to hell tell him I did the job for him.” Calix steps away and I watch as D takes over.

Calix stops behind me, his mouth kissing my ear.

“Only I get to call you a whore puddin.” I laugh at his words and nod, Once again the guy dies quickly, and I swear D used to take hours to torture people, but these guys are dying within an hour. So it has to be so he has more time for Dean and Richard.

The man is dragged out and Baldie is fastened up, and D looks at me, waiting.

“I don’t want to play with Baldie, he wasn’t man enough to really hurt me.” I shrug like he is nothing and he glares at me. Which makes me laugh but he doesn’t speak. I’m guessing because he isn’t ready to lose his tongue like the guy before.

He dies the fastest, D was showing off his sword, swinging it like a lunatic, telling me to watch how the blood gleams when it moves, only he moved it too close and slit the guy's throat. I watched as he swore and complained but seemed to cheer up when he realised Dean and Richard were next.

“Dean.” Calix steps forward now. “Sit him at the table D. He has things to sign.” I watch as D drags Dean to the table and fastens him down.

“You can go to hell if you think I will sign anything,” Dean speaks and D laughs.

“We’re Devils’ we come from hell, so telling us to go to hell, defies the point.” He swings the knife and I watch Dean lose a finger.

“Keep going Demitri, then I can’t fucking sign, dumb ass.” Moving I stab Dean in the shoulder.

“Don’t call him a dumb ass!” Everyone stares at me, shit. I smile and don’t say anything, I just didn’t like Dean picking on D.

“Fine, don’t sign. You die slow anyway, then we go to Mary.” Calix sits back and grins.

“Like hell you would, you don’t hurt women, that’s where you’re weak.” Dean spits at him.

“They won’t be I will. You see Dean, she is just as much of a monster as you, she watched Richard and those guys hurt me every day. She got pleasure from it, she hit me, and she even stabbed me once. So they don’t need to, because I will.” He looks between us.

He didn’t expect me to be involved, that is clear.

“Look at you, thinking you’re amazing. Newsflash mutt, in a month or two these three will see how little you are and give you away for free.” I move, stabbing him in the shoulder. He screams and thrashes. “No one will want to pay for you, you’re fucking used, nothing but a dirty whore.” I twist the knife in his shoulder feeling it scrape along the bone.

“Don’t sign, I really want to have Mary tied to this chair, making her scream.” I turn the knife again and he cries.

“This is between me and you bitch!”

“This part is, but Mary well we have history. Now do I stop at your darling wife, Dean, or shall I go for you sons? I mean, you call me a dirty whore but that didn’t stop your sons from coming down and fucking me when you were out gambling did it?” I stab another dagger through him and he stares at me shocked.

I laugh. “Oh, Dean didn’t know? I wonder, does Mary know you fucked me? I wonder what her face looks like when I tell her both her husband and sons have.”

“Fine! I’ll fucking sign.” I step back and see all three staring at me shocked.

“Ask later.” I know that has caused them to have more questions.

“No asking, but hell that was hot. You took over and I didn’t even get a chance to talk once you did.” Calix laughs and places papers on the table. “You will sign and free every single one of those women. Not just that, but each one has a bank account, I think it’s time you paid them for all the work they did that you kept taking money for.”

I watch as Dean signs them all, then gives the bank details and Marcello sits and shares the money out.

“I guess blocking you from gambling was a good thing Dean, your bank has enough for all the women to start a new life. Now the question is do I leave your wife with money or make her feel the need to sell herself to live?” Marcello looks at him.

“Can I play now?” D looks at us and I nod. I watch him work, and every now and then I glance at Richard. He looks sick like he might throw up. I guess this isn’t his sort of fun. Then again it might be if he had the chance to do it to me.

After four hours Dean is dead and we all turn to Richard.